Short Quaintly Poems
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A Senior moment
By arched trellis
Quaintly kissing
Neath mistletoe
Queerly
Quakily
Quietly
Quaintly
Questingly
Curiously
Quibbiling
Q
Quickly
Quartering
Quahogs
Quoting
Quay-like
Quiet
Curious
Q
Lived it
Like a daydream
Sunlit!
Faintly
Floated - Befell
Quaintly.
A note
Scented in love
She wrote.
Maurice Yvonne
11~28~2014
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: WHISPERS OF A MUSE
Bridge, as a beautifier.
Worlds lower to upper
Forms of mist, at dying's hour
As serene what transfer.
Its like, he knew! Arching o'er
What had, for streamy floor
As quaintly demure appeared.
For she, crossed with, last saw!
the quiet question quarries
the quiet quarter queers queasily
the quiet quote quilts questionably
the quiet quit queries questioningly
the quiet queue quizzes qualm quails quaintly silent yet quiet
10/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Message me sometime some night
Tell me all will be alright
That waiting will not be for naught
That someday we will tie the knot
See that cottage over there?
It's ours the day that we're a pair
Quaintly boho, modern style
Anything to make you smile
Quaintly quiet quest questions ***** quatrains
See sensuous spoken sounds sustain
Ride resounding raw refrain
Bright blessing bestows blooms
Grand gracious gift grooms
Reach rapture's room
Taste tells treats
Signs sweet
Meet
Leon Enriquez
14 December 2015
Singapore
Mine, full of old clutter.
But cultured!
Mahogany chaired.
Mantel-clocked.
Beneath whose framing's gold
As quaintly curved Age-locked
Grand pictured.
Laughingly echoed through
By contrast
Placing a price on
As worthy
Is this: of an open plan's
Nouveau riche buying spree.
Does not last.
Drawn steadfastly upon my face
neatness and precision;
unturned yet quaintly ageless grace
as I breathe the new dawn.
Excerpt from my poem, Ageless Grace 8/23/2019
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ageless_grace_cm_1175424
9/15/2019
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact
"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
"Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees"
Wounded, he offered an unheard apology
Then walked across time to a kinder century
ENGLAND,
My England
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions
of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped
and compact,neither temperate,
changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers
of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and
quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens
and cricket squares sodden.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then
some whose faces that I did not know.
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feathered-breath and opal eye'd
outside of the tick-tock of Father Time.
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
;extend your politeness over scorn I say
//--//
My eyes a reflection upon
the night, a still-life of
weft black white threads embroidered lace
of sketched jagged diamonds.
Drawn steadfastly upon my face
neatness and precision;
unturned yet quaintly ageless grace
as I breathe the new dawn.
8/23/2019
Poetry Contest: CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
1. The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet
Everything isn't happen stand;
No me here deserves adrift;
Another chance;
Who will wear the green pants;
I chant I will, I won't;
Bear witness
pay a lot, git a little found innocent, but quaintly;
What is this?
That we miss;
Bear witness
Clothed in black dress is white;
Wrong turn down an alley got shot;
Past, midnight, this is it, my.......
Bear witness
11/17/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
Reserved,resolved and resolute anglais
with national flag but no national day.
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
Reserved,resolved and resolute anglais
with national flag but no national day.
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
Reserved,resolved and resolute anglais
a national flag,in April its national day.
ENGLAND. Year Posted 2007
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and inexact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
PS
A language now a global gift
its English please never use 'Brit'
though I cant remember her face
the love still penetrates
with the radiance of suns, and the cadance of tons
of the rhythym of heavens embrace
though I cant remember her voice
the emotions still lift with a hoist
strong vibrations through ether strive to hold all together
and take aim toward the lust I still chase
though I cant remember her touch
the emotions still flood with a flush
as the crashing waves roll
and erosion takes toll
this thought quaintly ends with a hush
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